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Her hand slowly ran over her wrist reminding herself of the bruises she had. "It's fun if sex follows otherwise it ain't." Lately though Joker hadn't touched her with the intend of making love. No, lately it had always been to punish her for somethign she had done.

Aw shucks! Tuesday again?

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"A whole lot, mistah! I don't fancy being held against a wall by my throat again." Her tone was sad as she spoke of her relationship with the Joker.

Aw shucks! Tuesday again?

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"Harley, Harley Quinn! Ya better not tell Mr. J you saw me like that."

Aw shucks! Tuesday again?

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Aw shucks! Tuesday again?

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If you don’t like Joker and Harley, then I can’t ever talk to you. Like ever. Just leave. Kill yourself. They’re prefect. And I drew them. With Alice Cooper lyrics in the background.

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Noticing how he was slipping away Harley grit her teeth. Once she was sure he couldn't hear a thing her accent immediately slipped through. "Get out of tha way mistah!" Due to the gravity fo the situation she was speeding and could be called an aggresive driver. However she didn't care.

Arriving at the shelter she swiftly parked the car and moved around to pick the stranger up. Once inside she cursed herself and her friends for the stairs they had to take. Walking up them took a while due to the extra weight she was carrying. When she finally reached their floor she lied him down in the living room. Looking at him she bit her lip. Perhaps she should make it more comfortable?

Reaching out she took of his shoes and coat. Much better, right? Grabbing an old quilt that belonged to Selena she lightly tucked him in. Getting a glass of water she sat down on the ground, against the couch he was lying in, waiting for him to wake up and watched tv. However due to waitings o long she fell asleep.

Crash Landing // end of m!a

He was surprised at how easily she lifted him. He was sure he’d finally been gaining pounds, had he lost them again? “Thank you.” He staggered along with her, head propped against her elbow. “I think. I’d appreciate a hospital. Or anything really. I just, I think I need to lie down.”

He followed her regardless, because he wasn’t at a point to argue. 

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At the word anything a grin settled onto her lips. No hospital in that case. After all she couldn't afford being recognized. Leading trough the halls she made sure to check his breathing. "I'm Doctor Harleen Quinzel. I am unsure if you'll remember it though." With that they came outside. Manouvering him to her small car she opened the passanger door before helping him in it. Once he was seated she strapped his seatbelt on before walking round the car and getting in herself.

"We'll be there in 10 minutes." With that, she started the car.

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He was surprised at how easily she lifted him. He was sure he’d finally been gaining pounds, had he lost them again? “Thank you.” He staggered along with her, head propped against her elbow. “I think. I’d appreciate a hospital. Or anything really. I just, I think I need to lie down.”

He followed her regardless, because he wasn’t at a point to argue. 

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"Hey hey! Calm down! Don't rush yourself!" Her lips parted to yell for the guards however upon hearing his soft groan she was brought back to reality. She wasn't in Arkham anymore .There were no guards, no patients, no Joker waiting in his cell. No, she was hiding. Pretending to be someone she wasn't anymore. Someone she had abandonned long ago.

"Let me help." Wrapping her arm around his waist she stood up and pulled him up with her. His weight supported on her. Most would be shocked at the sight but it was normal for her. Harley was used to carrying heavy stuff, after all she tended to Joker whenever the Bat was done with him. 

"So you're fine with hospitals, right? Otherwise I could take you to my place so you don't have the hassle of the paperwork." Her eyes looked him over once more as she picked up her purse with her foot and took it from it. "The adrenaline shot is close to wearing off. We better hurry."

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He took a small sip, because he’d dry heaved just this morning and he wasn’t in the mood to start throwing up again. He took a few breaths. “N-Nausea. Fainting. Tremors. Vomiting. Dizziness  Migraines. Insomnia, some nightmares. I think I got from nice and cheery to feeling like shit.”

It was a terrible joke, followed by a shaky laugh. “I’d, I’d appreciate it.” He tried standing up, but almost toppled back. He couldn’t. The moment he started to get up, everything spun. “Add loss of balance.” He pressed his hand harder. The migraine was starting to come and he was starting to feel lightheaded as well.

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Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

Y’know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

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The words trial group immediatly reminded her of Crane. Shaking the thought away she took the water bottle. There was only a tad remaining in it but it was better than nothing. "Here, drink this." With that she pushed the bottle into his shaking hands. "Could you tell me the side affects?"

Checking that he was stable enough she pulled her arm back and picked up her jacket. Stuffing it in her purse she frowned as some of her hair escaped the neat bun she had made. Pushing it behind her ear she turned her attention back to him. "Should I take you to a hospital or such?" Perhaps she should take him to the abandonned animal shelter she once shared with Pamela and Selena. None of them lived there anymore yet they still rented it. It was a little place for them to go if they had to get away for a while. He'd be safe there. She could take care of him and stay out of Jokers way.

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“No, I just.” He felt like saying he was alright but he wasn’t. Right now was not the time to say he was fine, he’d pretty much fainted in the middle of class. He bit his lip. His hands were shaking.

“I’m, I’m part of a trial group. I’m taking prescription. It, it was supposed to help with nightmares and better sleep patterns.” He finally spoke. It was so odd, saying that. He didn’t even tell his close friends about it. He guessed he should have. At least the cool handkerchief was making him a bit better.

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Pulling the syringe out she placed the cap back on it and placed it back in the small bag. Her arm immediately wrapped itself around his back to support him as he sat up. "It's only a natural reaction to the sudden adrenaline." Her eyes scrunched together worried as she looked at him. "We don't have long though. It'll only work for 30 minutes." As she talked she reached out and took the still wet hankerchief, which was now lying on his lap, and pressed it against his forehead once more.

"I want to help you. Could you perhaps tell me if you're taking any medication, anything that might have caused this?" Her lips tightened in a light smile while her eyes sparkled. "You gave your students quite a scare, professor."

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He gasped. It felt like he was being forced awake, but at least his heart rate sped up. He stared at her, breathing quickened. He coughed, feeling horribly dizzy.

“Oh, god, my head.” He groaned. His free hand went to his forehead. “I’m, sorry, such a bother.” He tried sitting up and groaned when he did. “I feel dizzy.” He murmured.

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At the shake of his head she nodded to herself. This was going to be hard. Shaking off her jacket she wrapped it up into a bundle and lightly raised his head to place it underneath his neck, supporting his head. Keeping the cool hankerchief on his face she lightly took a hold of his wrist. Pressing her fingers against the flesh she started to time his heart beat against her watch.

A frown settled on her face at the realisation. His heart was beating far too slow. Should she call the ambulance? She didn't know. Searching through her purse once more she found the small bag she was looking for. Ever since she lived with the Joker, Harley had made sure to keep medicine on her at all times. She had to get him back to reality. Searching for her last shot of adrenaline she pulled up his sleeve to his upper arm. Finding the syringe she uncapped it and stuck it in the folds of his inner elbow. Her eyes focused on his face as she shot the adrenaline into his blood stream. It would wake him up long enough so she could ask if he took any medicine, where she should take him.

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The weekend had been nothing but a bitch, but he wasn’t the type to tell people he was feeling horrible until he was finally face first on the floor.

Which is exactly what happened.

He’d been feeling stomach pains, nausea, actual vomiting,fainting,tremors, but he’d kept quiet, kept going on, because they’d told him the pills might have side-effects and, well, here they were. It was a shame, really. This new drug had stopped his dreaming completely and allowed him to sleep well, making his eating habits better and improving his overall mood. But now he was back to square one, or maybe back to square negative one, because he felt even worse than before and the nightmares bled through and god he was so tired.

So he’d gone to class (because University was the only one having classes on Thanksgiving Holiday for all good they did) and gone along trying to give his usual lecture when the world had suddenly stopped. At least that’s how he explained it later. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears and the world spun lazily. He dismissed the class, some of his students getting up with worry and concerned questions.

It turned into screaming when he crashed to the floor.

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It had been a while since Harley had been to University. Let alone had heard a Psychology lecture. But when Joker decided to do somethign special for the holiday and shoed her away, University was the first place she found herself at. Her facepaint was gone and so were her pig tails. Her bodysuit had also made way for business attire. This was how she used to be. Harleen Quinzel. And today, as she visited the University, it was her identity once again.

The lecture had been interesting. However it was short. Harley soon realized why as the professor crashed to the floor. Screams surrounded her as she pushed her way through the crowd.

"Make way! I'm a Doctor, I can help!" Harley herself was just a psychiatrist, but they didn't know. Though the experience she had recieved in Arkham had given her knowledge about the human body. Kneeling down besides the man she ordered the students to clear the room. They did so without question. Digging into her purse she pulled out a hankerchief along with a bottle of water. Opening the bottle she poured it onto the hankerchief and pressed it against his forehead hoping it would help him and bring him by.

"Sir. Can you hear me?"

Crash Landing // end of m!a

The weekend had been nothing but a bitch, but he wasn’t the type to tell people he was feeling horrible until he was finally face first on the floor.

Which is exactly what happened.

He’d been feeling stomach pains, nausea, actual vomiting,fainting,tremors, but he’d kept quiet, kept going on, because they’d told him the pills might have side-effects and, well, here they were. It was a shame, really. This new drug had stopped his dreaming completely and allowed him to sleep well, making his eating habits better and improving his overall mood. But now he was back to square one, or maybe back to square negative one, because he felt even worse than before and the nightmares bled through and god he was so tired.

So he’d gone to class (because University was the only one having classes on Thanksgiving Holiday for all good they did) and gone along trying to give his usual lecture when the world had suddenly stopped. At least that’s how he explained it later. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears and the world spun lazily. He dismissed the class, some of his students getting up with worry and concerned questions.

It turned into screaming when he crashed to the floor.

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"What?! Disturbed?! Why would ya be disturbed by it! Puddin has great legs!"

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“I am disturbed by your ‘puddin’s ’ Great legs” 

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You're right. It's slightly funny!

Always relevant.

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That ain't funny, Puddin

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